oathshackledbird: Past Life (Past Life)
[Diarmuid looks closer at the bag, eyes widening when he sees what is peeking out.]

Is this...?

[He kneels down so he can get a better look into the bag. A soft sound of joy slips from his mouth as he carefully pulls the harp free, settling back into a sitting position so he can balance the harp in his lap. His fingers slide over the strings for a moment, picking out several notes before he looks up at Afonso in delight.]

Where did you find such a beautiful instrument?
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